Punishment

Jessica continued to scream as the darkness engulfed her. Loud speakers blasted sounds of people laughing, similar to a laugh track. On top of the laughing, the automated voices also yelled "Naughty!" Over and over again. Blinded by darkness, Jessica was **** to hear the jarring words be yelled at her. It almost made her go insane.

After a couple minutes, the track lead the cart through another set of doors. The cart then came to a complete halt. Suddenly the lights switched on, Jessica was blinded by the bright light. As she adjusted her eyesight to the new brightness of the room, she could hear an alarm ringing in the distance. It was faint, but she could definitely make out that it was an alarm you would set to wake yourself up.

Jessica took a look around, the cart had stopped in a very strange room. Various different machinery were scattered all around the edges of the room. A wooden office desk was directly opposite the cart, filled with paperwork and office stationary. Jessica looked up at the ceiling, puzzled by the metal chute sticking out of it. She assumed it was a poor ventilation design, hopeful it wasn't something deadly to be used on her.

The alarm finally stopped, followed by a loud thud. "Oh for FUCKS SAKE!" A loud and powerful feminine voice bellowed from the other room. After a very awkward couple minutes, Jessica grew impatient. "Hey! Let me out you fucks!" She yelled, she'd given up entirely on stealth now.

A half dressed older blonde haired woman suddenly stepped into the room, wearing nothing but a bright green dressing gown. "Really? Fucking really!? Trespassing? This place? At this time of night!? Have you gone mad!?" The woman interrogated Jessica, her hands on her hips made her look like a disappointed parent.

Jessica didn't know how to respond, she felt belittled. "Well.. I... I'm just doing my job!" She tried to defend herself. "Really? So your job involves breaking the law?" The woman asked her. "Well if I have to then yes, I'm a journalist and I'll do anything to get a good story!" Jessica proudly admitted.

The woman began to laugh as she sat down behind the desk. "Oh deary me, no wonder the boss sent you to me!" She commented. Jessica raised her right eyebrow curiously. "And what exactly do you do here?" She asked. "Well if your journalist brain must know, I punish naughty boys and girls like you who upset my boss and saviour Miss Wallace!" The woman explained, she gave Jessica a very sarcastic smile and flicked through a few pages.

Jessica nodded her head in acknowledgement, furious about the way she was being treated. She noted in her head how terribly she would describe this place to the media to make her feel better.